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Happy Hallowe’en to you. We were sitting in Broad Street in the sunshine today, next to the man drumming up support for the ghost tour of Oxford (which happens year-round, incidentally,) and this comic more-or-less drew itself. The colouring was supported by a slice of apricot and lavender cake at the Bodleian’s new café.

Here’s a little cartoon I drew for an audio hardware competition. Karen drew the basis of the organ console section some years ago. I adapted it for this purpose, and added the performer and the amp in the foreground. Wish us luck!

woman plays and sings with gusto, into a gigantic, fantastical, multifunctional organ console complete with audio microphone and tea-making equipment. The output sound however is limited by the amp, and is deeply underwhelming.

We went to an excellent talk yesterday at the Albion Beatnik Bookshop, by Jeremy Renals on the sub-genres of jazz. Most of the people in my sketch are jazzers, but a couple crept in from book-covers I could see in the shop.

No comic today, but I wanted to share two doodles from my sketchbook. The second one I made at the hospital, waiting for a gastroscopy*, and perhaps then the theme is obvious. In hindsight I now understand the first one too!

I’m happy to say they found nothing! The doctor allowed me to turn slightly to look at the monitor, so now I have gazed at my navel from both sides.

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(* The spelling checker is complaining, and suggesting gastropod instead. I think that would have been far tastier.)

A clown's head floating in space, with an octopus wrapped around the peak of his pointed hat; a spotted bow-tie; we can see through the oesophagus, a hand operated meat mincer.

A periscope with an eye on a flexible tube, peering into a maze of transparent tubes, one of which opens up into a sphere containing a whale, a shark, an octopus. A network of vein-like tubes cover the surface.

I doodled this one sitting in the hospital with Karen… waiting for the theatre to be cleared of emergency cases so she can have her minor op… she should be in there now… I hope she is coping well, and I’m sending her Invisibule love over the internet!

update: out of surgery and recovering in the ward, with the machine that goes ping rather a lot. Also, I’ve been reading her Mary Oliver’s poems, which seems to help.

Update (should have said this days ago, sorry): She’s at home and recovering.

Young person climbing a big mountain, reaches the top ready for a rest. Reaches into rucksack and pulls out ... a screwdriver. Reaches in again and this time ... a hair-dryer. Then in quick succession an octopus, a mixer tap, a bicycle pump, an anchor, a bowling pin, a metal flute, a 4Kg weight, ...